He sighed. "I don't really care what you believe. That's not my problem. You and I are in the past and that's where we are staying. Stop doing this to yourself—to me—Lisa. I have work to do and I can't get it done with constant interruptions."
"So how does a club on sourdough sound?" Mia said as she entered his office, arms full of the takeout bags.
She came to a screeching halt when she saw Lisa, and her eyes widened.
"Oops. Sorry," she said awkwardly.
She hastily backed from his office and disappeared, bags in hand. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from commanding her back. Damn it, he wanted Lisa gone, not Mia.
When his gaze returned to Lisa's, her eyes were narrowed and recognition flashed.
"It's her isn't it?" Lisa said softly.
There was accusation in her stare. She rose to her feet, fists clenched at her sides.
